Football Poets

dark day throwbacks
scattering fans
who are the guilty
with blood on their hands?
sad sad pictures
that never belong
rioting scenes
we thought were gone
come back to haunt us
again and again
battles on […]

now passion and pride ain’t everything
perhaps it was one of those nights
the score isn’t really important
we won in the end…yeah right!

commitment and longing are a.w.o.l
attack-wise we don’t look that […]

they ask me for my Evian
they take away the top
they search me like a criminal
oh where’s it going to stop?

they take away the right to stand
they make us sit in rows
and if we stand they make us sit
it’s easier […]

it was late last night
I was down the pub
because I don’t have Sky-io
and I knew in my heart
from the very very start
it’s the same old raggle taggle England-o

there was John Terry
there was Wayne […]

oh England I must have blind
still keep hoping after all of this time
living on memories days long gone
never ever sussing out what went wrong

oh England what can we do
bring back Sven and Ramsey too
bring back […]

you talk of wages being capped
of grounds and salads being sapped
of our last healthy luxury
and our beloved celery
we never thought we’d see the day
we’d throw our greenest friends away
away away and here at […]

I am the one in ten
I wonder am I missed
I am the one in ten
And soon i won’t exist
Nobody wants me
Prices are unfair
I am just a child
But no-one seems to care

I am the one in ten
In case you didn’t know
And […]

how cool to be a neutral fan
on such a magic night
I’ve come five hundred miles today
I’m staggered by the sight
of endless kids with youthful screams
that bellow in our ears
at ticket prices that defy
and echo […]

how cold today this world outside
how many here recall
the day the great United died
the finest team of all
at barely ten I woke to find
so many flowers gone
the snow and wreckage caught in time
how would the […]

can you remember the first time
maybe you struggled to see
but I didn’t care I was glad to be there
the first time that someone took me

can you remember the first game
can you remember the day
did you keep saying […]

heads up Becks is off again
Real’s sub’s bench farewell then
David says he longs to play
over the hill and far away

Chorus :
over the hill and far away
England Spain and now LA
past his sell-by some people […]

hey Vince the game is blurry
but sometimes I’m back there with you
and I’m 14 again and up for the Cup at Man U

you and I best school mates from the word go
different house teams
but both so into football and […]

whatever happened to the man on the street

living on the edge and making ends meet

priced right out by the cost of a seat

no place here for the man on the street

long long ago we would value their […]

it’s David and Goliath time it’s boys among the men
the club the pride the media ride it’s that ol’ time again
we’ve waited years to get a run and this could turn it round
we’re gonna take it as it comes and milk […]

this is the day when it all goes mad
the lion will be facing the pup
big or small means nothing at all
this is the FA Cup

this is the chance for glory
this is the time to say
nothing is certain til they close […]

where the pictures come alive
where the goalies leap and dive
on the train and into town
that’s the way to the football ground

where the fans all sing the latest
where the players are the greatest
there to cheer […]

when they switch off the lights here forever
there are moments galore to remind
there are un-ashamed tears mixed with strange distant fears
and the words become harder to find
when you leave for the very last […]

among these hills at Christmas time
when scent of oranges and wine
envelop both my heart and mind
I stop to pause a while
among the busy passers by
with anxious glances in their eye
sometimes your face brings […]

I dunno how I manage it all season
sloping off and catching all those games
pubs get kinda smokey but the atmosphere’s electric
even though it’s never quite the same

now some bang on with pint in hand and ramble […]

some get moved by the smell of the sea
some get high over scones and tea
some love car boots wading through junk
some go to India and live like a monk
some like nothing more than hanging around
but I get the buzz […]